[035] I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now

[notafuckingnut]

I hate this.

Just fucking stop, okay? Last time was fucking fine; I mean...it was a trip and a half but it was just a bunch of weird assholes. A genie without a lamp and a pink horse; that's...that's cartoons. That's fine. Just make up your fucking mind already, okay?

Did anybody else talk to him?

There were some other cool people this time around though.

[...girls. He liked them, at least.]


[PRIVATE to Castiel]

I want a TV. I'll do an extra shift in the greenhouse or whatever, I just need one. It doesn't need a bunch of extra channels, basic cable's fine.

[PRIVATE to Lua]

Did you see him?

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[some_kinda_hero]

[Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She draws in four or five, she's lost count, still hiding behind her hands. When they fall back to her lap, her cheeks are finally wet, though she makes no crying noises. Robotic-like, Claire stands and walks towards the door. She pauses by him, shoulder to shoulder, but her eyes remain forwards. She flounders, but manages to get out, monotoned:]

I...

I forgive you.

[And she walks out.]

[notafuckingnut]

[...well then. He's pretty much completely stunned by that, so he just kind if stares after her, baffled.]